Motivational Quotes

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

Love the giver more than the gift.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

We live in the world when we love it.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

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